The Under City [Bunny and Alkaline]

The Under city; beyond law and retribution. Within the dim lights of a fallen nation lay new Lords of fortune. With new Lords came new possessions; living, breathing objects of obsession…

The club had quieted, hushed whispers forming on anxious lips as the pulsing beat echoed through the crowded space. It throbbed as a figured appeared upon a metal stage causing all eyes to avert in her direction. Clad in a heavy cloak the lights churned around her, reflecting the deep purple of her hood.

Glimpses of pale, tight, flesh flashed through the gaps of the royal garment. Full lips quirked into a smile as the delicate ties of the material were pulled--unwoven from the secure bindings. As the beat of the music picked up so did the soft sway of the figure. Embroidered silk swirled around her delicate ankles lovingly.

A slim forearm was revealed as it reached for the silver pole. Soon the shrouded figured was spinning with experience around the prop, a long, well sculpted leg curled around the vertical stand. Wide hips incased in plum lace ground against the metal as the heavier garment began to fall away to reveal an expanse of delicious abdomen.

The woman floated away from the pole, elegantly bending as her hips thrusted forward towards hungry eyes. As she arched her back the hood slipped from her scalp. Lights played off shoulder length hair--silken purple. Straight bangs cropped her fragile face all too harshly; unnaturally. Large sapphire eyes looked haunted surrounded by smoky black and winged lashes. A pert nose sloped to a luscious mouth, turned down in concentration as her body worked. Her oval face gave a air of purity with her curving jaw and small chin.

Soon she had spun the cloak from her body using it within her routine. She allowed fleeting, teasing glances as the material swirled around her petite stature. Matching plum lace encased her bountiful chest as well complimenting the flushed hue of her unblemished skin. She rolled her hips and shoulders, accentuating her tiny waist; a dancer’s body. Her head dipped promiscuously as her session drew to a close, the long elegant neck reflecting soft light onto her collar bones and swelling breasts. Wolfish eyes gazed upon a well rounded backside as she turned, escaping the public's gaze.

Bianca settled herself tiredly upon the vanity seat, glimpsing into a flushed face. A face that sometimes appeared to not be her own. Her heaven features were reddened from her vigorous scrubbing. Heavy makeup had never done her soft features justice. Sighing she removed the purple wig, scratching at her irritated scalp. One by one she removed the pins from her frazzled hair. Smoothing the strawberry locks from their confines she relaxed, enjoying the sight of the waves soothing over her naked shoulders and to her breasts.

Before she could do much else another female appeared behind her. This woman was slightly taller, slightly plumper with a rounded face and wide brown eyes. “Violet…” she purred seductively, “Get dressed, he’s waiting for you at the bar.” The woman gave a small kiss upon Bianca’s cheek before striding away in leather and chains.

Bianca sighed before brushing through her pink-blond locks briefly, rising to clad herself into a fitted black skirt. The skirt clung from her hips to her knees, stretching with her gate. A silken pink shirt soon found itself upon her torso, accentuating each good feature with ruffles and puckers. The expanse of her neck was exposed the way HE liked it. Pinning her locks loosely upon the top of her head she turned to find the shirt exposed the indentation of her spin down to her hips.

It would have to do. Bianca, the Violet dancer, moved towards the threshold, bracing herself to face her grim circumstances.

As Brian slowly approached the club, he could hear the steady, deep beat of the bass rattling the walls of the building. The neon lights, dancing figures illuminating the street below as he walked towards the front entrance. Glancing towards the ground, he slipped in passed the guards casually, his face hidden slightly by the hood covering his face. His wore a black, zip up hoodie, pulled snug around his frame, yet it only seemed accentuate the bright blue glow of his eyes. Despite the shadow cast by the cover, it seemed that every bit of light glowed brighter as it caught the reflection in the icy blue.

Once inside, he inhaled slowly, the room filled with a haze as men sat around, smoking cigars to take in another show. As he watched the figure start to walk across the stage, he couldn't help but pause a bit, stopping at the nearby bar as the crowd fell silent. Ordering a glass of scotch, he tipped the bartender and allowed himself to drift off to the side of the club for a moment. Still, his eyes couldn't help but wander back over to watch the flawless, silky skin of the girl slowly begin to reveal itself again. For all the possessions his uncle now owned, she was by far his most valuable. Every man in the under city knew of her. And each and every one wanted her. By continuing to tease and taunt his clientele, he'd expertly marketed her to be the most sought after entertainment each and every night.

When her show reached it's rather sudden conclusion, he could hear the grumbling starting to rise again as he watched her hips sway back and forth. Finishing off the last few sips of the scotch, he quickly began to make his way towards the back of the club. Dipping behind the curtain unseen, he hid carefully in the shadows as he listened carefully. He could hear the soft voice of another woman, before the door closed again behind it. With little hesitation, he quickly moved out from the shadows, making his way towards the door. Just as he was approaching though, the petite girl slipped out into the hallway. In one swift motion though, his hand had slid over her lips, cupping it softly as the other strong hand wrapped around her waist. Backing into the room again quickly, he reached back to pull the door shut before pinning her carefully to the wall.

Despite the obvious surprise, nothing had been forceful or violent, and rather careful almost as he touched her delicate features. "Don't scream, and you'll be fine. You're not in any danger," he said in a soft whisper as his soft blue eyes met her own quickly. With another quick breath, he pulled his hand back quickly, hoping to show her that he truly didn't mean to hurt her. "I need your help... If you do, I promise I'll eventually do everything I can to get you out of here..."

Bianca startled, her tiny body going rigid. She was stunned into stillness. Never before had a stranger touched her with out her Lord’s permission. Especially in private quarters. Though his touch was gentle she contemplated struggling, knowing that even if she had a fairly muscular frame the man would dominate her easily. The 5’0” woman had little physical defenses. The desire to yell out coiled through her body as images of an outcome shattered across her mind.

As the strange male pressed her towards a wall, her body curved into his intimately, panic erupting within her. Even if she were to call for help now the visual position she was in would lead to physical consequences on her part. The reputation of being untouched would combust and she would be lowered to the beds of many men.

Sapphire eyes darted towards his illuminating gaze as his voice soothed her bristled nerves. Confusion furrowed her brows as she listened to his plea. Her small hands lay against his stomach, finger tips brushing over the material momentarily as she erected a gentle barrier of body language. As if that small delicate gesture alone would protect her from his intent. When his hand was removed form her mouth she instinctively licked the dryness away. “What do you want…” she breathed out, seeming to fear her voice would carry over the thundering music of the club. Wisps of hair floated around her before nestling into the curve of neck where a slight perspiration gathered in her panic.

Swallowing a bit as the man took another step back, he bit his lip softly as he kept his eyes firmly locked to hers. Despite the distractions of the flawless body, he knew better than to let his eyes drift. He couldn't have her beginning to think that he would try to take advantage of her, not when her Lord was still within earshot of her cries. Taking in a deep, steady breath, the man slowly brought his hands up to push the hood off his head.

His dark, almost black hair was tussled up a bit messily, spiked here and there from the awkward position the hood had been in. In the new light, the girl could also see the deep scar that cut along his jawline on the right side of his face, and stretching down towards his throat. He was lucky to still be alive, as it was obvious that whatever caused the scar had just barely missed a main artery. As he brought his eyes away though, he began to slowly pace back and forth as his fingers brushed through the shaggy hair that had fallen over his eyes.

"I need... you to place a bug on Eric..." he said suddenly as he turned to face her a bit more. As he did, he quickly reached for his zipper, pulling off the jacket and tossing it onto the vanity beside him. He wore a dark blue t-shirt underneath, and it seemed to almost fit perfectly to the shape of his body. His arms were toned and dark, with two tribal style tattoos wrapping around each of his forearms. They were the process of various gang affiliations over the years and continued underneath the shirt as well. There were a few hints of it along his neck, peeking out from the collar. Digging his fingers into an inner pocket of the jacket though, he quickly turned to face the girl as he flipped the hair off his face one more time. In his fingers he held a tiny little electric button.

"If you can just somehow get this on him... in a pocket... I know this is huge and... Why you should even trust me is beyond me... But it's our best chance. And he wouldn't expect it from you," he said as he took another step towards her, though it was obvious he was starting to get a little anxious just being there. "If you can do that... I promise you I'll... Protect you later..."

Bianca shuddered, her gaze moving to every entrance and exit of the room, even the open threshold that was hidden by a heavy curtain caused paranoia and fear to cloud her vision. As the man moved away from her she craned her neck to gather his features, each blink burning the image on her memory for later. Her gemstone-colored gaze traveled the route of the scar almost sympathetically. Calculation entered her gaze until he spoke, his proposition causing the shocked expression to return.

She huffed indignantly as her chest heaved. The idea was simple, and moronic-- too much danger held in even the utterance of such a plan. Shaking her head she expelled exasperated air, “Get out of here.” She whispered testily as she lurched from the wall snatching his hood from her vanity. Her haste caused some delicate perfume bottles to crash to wood floors as she threw it towards his chest. Averting her gaze from his build she took an involuntary step backwards; just another man. Assuming his plan was to overthrow her Lord and take her as a prize she quirked an eyebrow, “Protect me with what?” A scrutinizing gaze slid down his body trying to find any semblance of protection besides his sheer physique… A polite blush appeared upon her cheekbones as she looked towards the door once more. They would be missing her, her presence never unaccounted for.

“Leave-” she said in a honey-sweet voice as she moved towards the door once more. He was just like any other male acting brashly after a performance. She gave him pity and lenience, not wanting harm to come to anyone because of her station. “ Leave before they find you here--with me.” Peering over her shoulder once more she shook her head before reaching for the knob.

Brian sighed as she threw the jacket at him, watching the bottles fall to the floor with a rather loud crash as he flinched just a bit. Rolling the bug between his fingers, he finally just pushed it back into the pocket of his jeans. He'd seen what Eric had put her through, and he hoped she'd at least have some sympathy towards their cause. Maybe she didn't even recognize what was happening beyond her cozy little confines anyways.

"Fine... I should have known you were just like everyone else..." he said almost bitterly as he pulled the jacket back on quickly. As he began to walk by, he let his shoulder bump into hers just a bit. Peeking his head out the door, he quickly glanced up and down the hall for a moment before turning back to her softly. "I'm sorry to have bothered you..." he said again sharply as he slipped out quickly try to disappear back into the alley behind the club.

Bianca was forced to the wall once again as the stranger left, the sheer width of his shoulder pressing her away. Huffing she watched him disappear into darkness. As her sapphires eyes narrowed to track his journey a hand fell onto her throat pushing her into the room once again, forcefully. Fingers bit into her air passage as she was flung rather carelessly into the opposite wall. The door remained opened as curious eyes peeked in; casually.

“Cunt, I summoned you over 10 minutes ago!” came the angry voice above her as she was crushed to the wall. Her Lord’s aged grey eyes cut into her like steel. He was hefty, the muscle of his youth surrounded by the indulgence of his age. Ink blotted out any natural pigment of skin as it coiled to his shoulders. He was in an expensive suit save the tie. In place of the usual linen jacket was a leather waist-coat. He loomed over her with a snarl. Giving a small gasp Bianca soothed her fingers pleadingly over the corded muscles of Eric’s forearm.

With a growl his grip loosened, “My Violet Angel..” he cooed as he stroked the exposed pearly flesh of her neck, “I don’t want you bruised.”

Bianca gave a feeble smile, “I’m sorry, I was tired after my performance. I just wanted a moment.” she rationalized.

Eric’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he turned his head towards the vanity where perfume laid skewed about the floor in shards. A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he dragged her by the collar of her shirt. “Looks like you didn’t sleep well, come Violet do not be so rebellious.”

The night stretched on forever it seemed. But, soon Bianca found herself immersed in the warm water of her bath safe within her apartment. Soothing over the marks on her neck she contemplated the strange man, his face flashing in her memory as she washed away the smell of the Under city…


A week had passed without incident, and Bianca began to think it was just another sex-crazed fan. However, his words still echoed in her mind. “…like everyone else.” For about an hour Bianca stood behind her Lord in a conference, her mind wandering. She only registered reality when her Lord’s hand would play across her abundant rump as the men laughed in agreement to something, looking hungrily towards her.

When finally the meeting was over Eric had given Violet permission to retrieve her coat. The silk dress, beautiful in its rose color and clinginess, offered little protection from the Winter weather. She of course, was accompanied by the same woman from before. The darker woman chattered incessantly about a man she had met with between the sheets the previous night as she held onto Bianca's arm. When they reached the familiar dressing room the woman stood outside, too lazy to go into the small space, but her voice carried from just beyond the threshold.
Looking for her coat Bianca retorted with small "Mmmhmms" as the woman spoke openly and crudely about her sexual encounter..

Driving up to the alley behind the club, the men parked the van and shut down the lights. As Brian looked over the few men with him, he made sure to run over the plan one more time as he did. "I'll grab the girl, while you three start the fires. It can't last longer than a few minutes though. The guards should still be at the meeting they had, but anytime now they'll be back... It's a get in, get out and destroy as much as possible..." he said quickly before grabbing the black masks and tossing them to the men.

As they all slipped on their uniforms, they began to quickly file out of the car and towards the back door. As they approached the door, they quickly busted out a crowbar before slamming the door from it's hinges. Filing in quickly, Brian began to wander down the hall quickly, searching for the dressing room in hopes she would still be there. When he heard a scream, he turned quickly just to see one of the men grabbing the assistant and dragging her to the side. A loud crash ringing out from the main bar area as the sound of crackling flames began to sound off in the distance.

Taking in a deep breath though, he smashed in the door to the dressing room to see the girl. Glancing behind him for a moment, he walked over quickly and grabbed her by the arm. Without a word, he began to drag her towards the door quickly. "Don't fight this and you'll be fine..." he said quickly as he dug his fingers in quickly, trying not to seem too forceful.

Bianca didn’t have time reach for her coat before the scream of her friend alerted her of the danger that now began to tear through the club. Turning swiftly she was greeted by the familiar man as he easily enclosed her upper arm in his large hand. Her skin prickled with both fear and cold as he dragged her though the door.

Running her hand along the door jam she contemplated grasping it to halt the journey. She noticed her companion running towards the exit after she was assaulted, probably to alert for help. Eric had been in a horrible mood today and she contemplated how he would take the situation. While she was innocent he could easily turn the circumstances against her… Soothing a hand over her fading bruises she frowned.

Raising a hand she placed it upon her head, trying to secure the Violet wig in place as he rushed her along. The scent of smoke reached her nose, causing her eyes to water. Struggling against his grip she tried to pry her arm away, “You’re hurting me!” she spat as she went to push him away. Pushing against his ribs she growled at him, making her sound like something akin to a furious kitten.

As he felt her starting to struggle a bit more, he started to grip it a bit tighter until her soft cry broke his concentration. Releasing her grip a bit, he finally pulled her a bit closer as he looked her in the eyes. It was obvious that she recognized his voice but he couldn't expose his face to the cameras no doubt placed around the club. "Look, I'm sorry I have to do this, but the less you fight it the easier it will be..." he said as he grabbed her again, this time pulling her closer as he began to escort her down the hall.

"Look, if you don't fight it, I'll make sure you're alright... Just. Don't make this harder than it has to be," he said between gritted teeth as he tightened his grip just a bit more on her wrist. When he finally managed to get her back outside into the cold air, he watched as one of the men grabbed the door and pulled it open as Brian tried to carefully push the girl into the back. Once inside, they quickly started up and began to pull into the street.

As he glanced out the window, he could see the flames already bursting out the windows as a gas main exploded. With a sigh, the man pulled off the mask to look over at the girl, running his fingers through his hair again. "Hey... Sorry it had to come to this, but I'll make sure you're taken care of..." he said quickly, expecting some sort of sharp rebuke anyways. It had been easier than he expected already, but he knew it wouldn't be much easier from here on out.

Bianca fell face first into the car, trying to keep her dress from bunching as she slid to the far side away from the masked man. Rubbing her wrist and glared at the tiny bones, seeming to blame them for her constant bad luck; always in horrible situations. As they began to move she took a moment to glance out the window, seeing the flames engulf her prison. The light played off her fragile features, illuminating the wide eyes and swelling lips. She looked exhausted, however as she tore her gaze from the building.

Trying to straighten the violet wig upon her head she pursed her lips. A wayward strange of strawberry curled down her neck and to the fallen strap of her dress, adding to her look of dishevelment. Waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the car she blinked, “My favorite coat was in there.” she complained as she turned her profile towards the man, still tugging at the wig.

Sighing with frustration she glanced back towards him, “Taken care of by Who? Where? And why?”

Brian sighed as he listened to her complain about something as petty as her coat. "Get the fuck over yourself... Jesus Christ..." he said as he threw the mask to the floor, feeling a sudden bump though, he fell forward just a bit, his body pressed to hers for a moment. As he sat back again, he brushed his hair out of his eyes one more time before bracing himself against the walls.

"And who cares where or what the fuck is going to take care of you..." he said again, obviously starting to get even more frustrated by it all. He didn't know why he cared so much, but maybe it was just that he'd seen what she had to go through, and figured more than anything she'd almost be happy to at least be out of there. With a sigh though, he tried to calm himself down a bit as he took in a deep breath. "Look, just... don't worry about it. You're obviously not too worried about anything anyways. I'm sure you can be back to dancing as soon as we finish this shit up, okay?"

As he turned back around, he climbed up towards the front seat just a bit and glanced out the window. Luckily, they seemed to have gotten out without a problem, and soon enough, they'd hit the city limits. A light rainfall had started as well, and when the van pulled to a stop, the man slowly made his way back to Bianca. "Alright, well it's raining, so... put this on. It's not much of a walk, but just... put it on, okay?" he said quietly as he held a jacket out for her just as the door opened and another man stepped to the side. "Come on..." he said as his hand pressed softly against the back of her arm again, pushing her forward before stepping out and offering out a hand to help her down.

Bianca glared at her abductor until she felt him press against her. It was brief contact that made her heart speed up considerably; an exhilarating feeling. A soft gasp echoed through the darkness before he pulled away. Turning herself away she stared out the window trying to place the surroundings. Attempting to ignore him ‘Violet’ ripped the wig from her head. A tussle of hair fell from the confines emitting the strong scent of vanilla. A fair share of pins still held up the majority of her thick locks as she threw the wig to the car floor.

Once they had stopped and she stepped from the car she glared at him, “I wouldn’t need your coat if I had had time to get the coat that my mother had given me before she DIED” she spat bitterly at him before snatching the coat from his outstretched hand. The rain was too cold, causing her stubbornness to dissipate as she shivered. That coat had been the only source of her previous self.

As for her temperament she was angry, contemplating how to keep up with her dancing school when she had no source of income or support. It’d be back to troubled neighborhoods and no food--IF she survived the ordeal of escaping the under city. Not that it didn’t please her to leave her owner’s possession, but once you’re a possession there's not much else you can do besides be possessed

Holding her chin high she eyed her captor as she wrapped the coat around her, enjoying the warmth and scent it still held. Naked legs peeked from under the edge, giving the illusion she wore nothing but that simple article of clothing.

“Well?” she probed impatiently, tiredly…

As Brian heard the actual reason why she wanted the coat, he bit his lip just a bit before straightening up a bit more and trying to stand tall. "Well I'm sorry, we didn't actually have the same agenda..." he said quickly before grabbing her arm and starting to pull her towards the building quickly. He seemed to glance over his shoulder a bit, almost as if he expected people to catch up to him at any moment. Once inside though, he seemed to relax a bit as he made his way through the dark halls of the rather old building.

The heating wasn't anything special, but once they made it towards the back, he pushed her into a small room. It was dimly lit, with no windows, but had a rather nice little bed despite the damp setup. "You're going to have to stay here for a bit..." he said as he led her in just a bit. "If you need anything, just... let me know or something..." he said as he started to turn around. He seemed a little exhausted though, which may have helped to explain the constantly fluctuating attitudes and snappiness with her. Standing at the door, he glanced back just a bit as he found his eyes sliding up her exposed legs just a bit. It took him another moment before he even realized what he was doing though, and as his eyes met hers Brian quickly shook his head to snap the thoughts away.

He couldn't deny that this wouldn't be easy to just ignore, and he was sure as hell that more than a few of the other men would be trying to find away to sneak another look or two at her. She didn't gain the reputation for nothing, that was for sure. "Just... try to get some sleep or something...."

Bianca let him lead her about, use to being handled like a prize. Peering from one corner of the room to the other she frowned. “You’re putting me in prison?” she questioned as she turned to stare at him almost sorrowfully. She looked despairingly at the small bed as she shivered in his coat. Reaching to adjust her hair she pulled it from the collar of his jacket causing it to ride over her thighs. Soothing the slightly damp strands she continued to frown as she ventured another pitiful look at the stranger, seeming to note the situation.

Once you were in you never got out. Her heart fluttered as she noticed the nature of his gaze. It wasn’t a gaze she hadn’t seen before on men’s features. The stranger was, in fact handsome so her reaction seemed rather justified. That calculating expression came over her features once more, causing her sapphire eyes to harden. She was always used for the advancement of men. Her stomach coiled in pleasure, but-- if she were to lose her purity she would be of little use to the under city. Perhaps then she could escape the grasps of men. True, she’d have to make her own way in a corrupt world; it’d be her way.

Sighing she pushed down her response and naïve thoughts as she looked back towards the cold looking bed. Sleep... Removing the coat from her shoulders she offered it back to him, her scent mixing with his. Clad in her damp dress she waited for him to take the offering, hopeing the blankets were at least clean.

Brian watched the girl start to hand back the coat when he noticed the soaked condition of her already skimpy clothes. With a sigh, he walked forward and took it from her carefully. "Look, it's just for the night. I'm not going to keep you here forever... Just try and relax as best you can. I'm going to go get you something dry to change into though, and maybe another blanket so you don't freeze tonight. I know the heat isn't great in here."

As he started to turn, he couldn't help but let his eyes drift over the soft curve of her breasts once more as well. They slight moisture seemed to have helped the fabric cling to her skin just that extra bit. Pulling away though, he shut the door behind him carefully before heading off down the hall. Only a few minutes later though and he was knocking on the door holding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in his hands.

"I'm sure you're used to something a little sexier, but this is all we really got. So... feel free to take it if you want. I'll wake you up in the morning though when we need you," he said as started to glance towards the door a bit more. "Anything else I can get you though, or you good for the night?" he asked as he found his eyes glancing over her long slender legs once more, his fingers digging into the doorway a bit.

Bianca shuddered under his gaze, a flush fanning over her pale skin. As his eyes fell on her breasts her frown turned into a quirked eyebrow. She was not self conscious in her state of dress, she had wore much less. But, in this situation she was not assured safety from the male response. It caused fear to mesh with the pleasure that now pulsed with her blood, warming her extremities.

With a nod she waited for him to return with cloths. In his absence she tested the bed, running a hand over the mattress and pillow, seemingly discontent in its softness. She preferred a firmer resting place. When he returned she still had a frown on her face.

Approaching him she casually took the clothing from him. Nodding again she remained quiet. She paused, staring at him as he gripped the doorframe. She lingered like that for a moment before turning her back. Accustom to being clad in little to nothing she was eager to rid herself of the cold silk. Slipped the straps off she let the material slide down her body with a wet caress. Catching in the dip of her back she merely had to swing her hips before it pooled at her feet. Reaching for the T-shirt she had flung on the bed she unknowingly accentuated her rump as she pitched forward, extending her legs. It would appear that the woman had no undergarment to match the black lace lingerie, so her back was naked to the eye. Throwing the shirt over her head she let it slip down, brushing against her cold skin. The oversized material flowed about her, giving her no shape as it hung below her hips. Balancing on one foot at a time she slid those delectable, well sculpted legs into a more cumbersome material. At least it was warm.

She remained turned away from him as she began to try and untangle small pins from her furious waving hair. “What will you need me for?” she inquired suddenly, suspiciously. The sound of her voice shocking in the silence.

As Brian watched the girl slowly reveal the soft porcelain skin of her bare back, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat race, his body tingling with arousal. Taking in another deep breath, he tried to pull his eyes away out of respect, but was soon sucked back in as her perfectly curved ass pushed itself out tauntingly. The tight strains of the lacy lingerie seeming to cling to the crease as well before she started to pull the shirt over her head. Once the loose material seemed to slide over and hide her body just a bit, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. It was hard enough to hold back as it was, but seeing her like that... It was more than enough to drive any man crazy.

Slowly though, he stepped back into the room just a bit more as he wandered towards the empty desk near the side. Taking a seat in the chair, he shrugged a bit as he looked back over into her gorgeous eyes. "Umm, well... It's more along the lines of we'll get you when you're free to leave I suppose. Or at least the room. We'll have the obligatory picture of you as well, to prove for the ransom..." he said with a shrug as he stood back up again quickly. His constant movement probably gave away the idea that he was more than just a little anxious.

Finally though, he just made his way back towards the doorway, trying not to look back to her. Within seconds though, he again found himself looking back once more, his eyes quickly taking in her gorgeous eyes. Even with the baggy clothes obscuring her flawless curves, he felt himself starting to grow more and more attracted, the hunger and lust growing more visible in his eyes. "You're... good for the night though? Hopefully that bed's okay?"

Bianca finally freed her hair, the strawberry blond locks flowing down her back as she brushed it from her face. Turning she looked at him, a smile on her face that reached her eyes. Trained to be a tease she let the giggle catch in her throat as she peered at him from under her lashes coyly. Licking her lips she wondered how far she could press her luck. She was a woman with ambition, and not without resource. Smoothing her hands from her chest to her belly she pressed the cloth to her form. She allowed the material to cling to her unbound breasts for a moment, "Thank you for the cloths. They are suitable.."

The corners of her mouth creased into charming dimples as she looked towards him. “ It will do…” she paused thoughtfully as she ran her hand along the plain cotton comforter, it felt thin to the touch. Like those of the cheap hotels that ended on the floor because of the irritating material that provided no warmth. “Though, I suppose…” she looked towards him once more, “you didn’t find another blanket?” The thought of sleeping under just sheets made her physically shiver, “It will be cold.”

Brian watched as the girl continued to tease him, the curves becoming more apparent again when she pressed her fingers to her skin. His whole body started to creep with desire as he watched her, and he felt himself starting to lose more and more control. He needed just to feel her once, he thought to himself as he began to walk forward a little more. Using her excuse about the blanket a bit more, he moved close enough to let his body press softly against hers as he ran his fingers over the cheap sheets. She could no doubt feel the toned form of his chest just a bit though as he let it rub against her arm, and as he leaned in, the subtle smell of her feminine body sent a chill down my spine.

"Hmm... well I thought they'd have given you better sheets than this too. I'll grab you some new ones for sure. It just slipped my mind earlier..." he said as he turned to face her. As he did, his lips seemed to inch even closer, his breath brushing over her neck just the slightest bit. A chill shot down his spine for just that moment as he turned to face the door a bit. Curiously though, he let his hand linger behind, the fingertips softly brushing against the small of her back for a moment as he moved her off to the side a bit more. When he realized that the most desired girl in the entire city was mere millimeters away from his own fingertips, he couldn't help but grin as they pinched the fabric just a bit, giving it another tug as he started to take a few steps back towards the door.

The small women shivered again, leaning into his warmth, as if that was excuse enough to press into him. The muscles flexed against her as he moved, his breath adding heat against her chilled body. Another shudder went through her as suspense sprang into her chest. For all her promiscuous ways she had never been kissed, always kept within sight and protection of her Lord who took every endeavor to keep her pure; save for his unwarranted touches.

A soft sigh escaped her as his fingers brushed briefly across her back through the cotton. Turning towards him as he started to leave, “If you stay…” she began pausing almost mortified when she realized what she said, “there’d be no need for blankets. You’d probably get more sleep.. If you stayed… instead of standing guard outside this prison.” Her voice betrayed her sudden cautiousness, but the situation was too appealing for her to let go without exploration.

As if to show she was being casual in inviting a man to her bed she turned her back with a small, forced yawn. Tugging the comforter off the bed with some effort she threw it to the floor, realizing just how small the cot was, along with the single pillow.

Brian couldn't help but grin when the girl seemed rather eager for him to suddenly stay. Stopping in his place, he looked towards the door with a satisfied little smirk as he pondered the situation carefully. Oh how he wanted her, yet... He couldn't help but return the tease just the slightest bit. "I'll think about that... However, I'll bring back some blankets first..." he said as he began to head towards the door once more. As hard as it was to walk away, he did all he could to not even look back as he shut the door behind him.

A few minutes later though, and he'd return in a slightly more comfortable attire. Instead of the dark jacket from before, he wore instead a white t shirt that was just thin enough to make the muscles and nipples visible underneath. In his arms, he held tightly to a larger, softer blanket and a few more pillows. Working his way to the girl, he casually set them on the bed before turning to face her. Moving in a step closer, there bodies briefly touched as he looked into her eyes, his own seeming to be overflowing with lust. "That should help you out a little. Although... I think I may have to remain here for the night, to make sure you don't try and escape..." he said as he leaned in slowly, his lips seeming to inch closer, yet never quite touching hers.

The thought of corrupting her starting to teasingly linger in the back of his mind as he breathed in and out softly, licking his lips ever so slightly as his eyes locked into hers.

Bianca flushed her eyes flashing as he walked away. When he had left the room she contemplated locking it behind him. She was surprised at his rejection, not realizing he was teasing her. Never before had a man not immediately bent to her whim. Even her Lord at times had power-struggles over wanting to please her. Sapphire eyes closed tiredly as she shuffled about the room, looking for a place to hang her dress. The silk may have been ruined during the night’s events. Hanging it upon the door way she turned once more to the unsatisfying bed.

Frowning deeply she almost didn’t hear the door open as the stranger entered. His new attire did little to hide his physique. Each swell of muscle appearing bare to her imaginative gaze. The ink of his tattoos causing her eyes to slide from his collar to his navel. For the first time Bianca felt self conscious in the presence of another.

As the man moved closer she looked towards his face, noting the familiar look of lust that often appeared on men’s features. But, his eyes seemed to blaze with it, consuming her in their heat. She had the suspicion he was teasing her as he leaned forward. He was going to stay to make sure she didn’t escape--from a room with no windows. His greatest worry would be that she would take her own life. Bianca swallowed as her breasts throbbed with the light brush of his body against her’s.

“My name-- it isn’t Violet you know...” she ventured slowly, breathing in his scent, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

Brian licked over his lips once more as he felt the girls warm breath dance across his moist lips. His eyes continued to stare deep into hers, analyzing her every move as he kept his hands in his pockets. While he'd been to more than a few of her shows, he couldn't help but grin as he brought his fingertips up to gently brush over her hips. She was usually full of confidence and composure, but the realization that she... Violet... or whatever her name might have been... had asked -him- to stay with her sent another chill down his spine.

Leaning in a bit closer, he brushed his nose ever so softly against her own, the tips grazing just a bit as his left hand slid up to brush his fingertips over her cheek. Pushing the hair behind her ear, he tilted his head just a bit to the side as his thumb rubbed over the soft skin. "And what might your real name be, my dear?" he asked quietly, his eyes seeming to stare deeper and deeper into her own. Their bodies now briefly brushing against each other as the curve of her breasts pressed lightly against his cut chest.

His whole body seemed to be begging him to take her then and there, yet he couldn't help but savor the moment just a bit more. She was his every desire, from the moment he saw her. Taking her before Lord Eric would only be the crowning achivement to it all. Though, while it may have been just another notch on his belt for Eric, it was something so much more than that for Brian.

Seeming to mirror his response she licked over her full lips as well, her eyes dropping to his chin before flickering towards his eyes once more. The wolfish grin on his face only added to her nervousness, confirming her belief that he, like most men, had done this before. Luckily, she knew what that act entailed thanks to the lewdness of her unnamed friend.

Her rounded hips flexed towards him as a chill went though her. Despite the protection of the sweat pants his touch seemed to burn her. Feeling his nose against her own she couldn’t help but smile at the affectionate gesture. She ventured to think that if she had offered herself so abruptly to any other man there wouldn’t have been much control. It was something that had to be done for her safety, however. Leaning her flushed cheek into his touch she smiled, “Bianca.”

The old fashioned name was strong, harsh; seeming to conflict with her light stature and fragile beauty. “Violet is my middle name.” With that confirmation it was obvious why one was chosen over the other for a stage name. She blinked slowly, her lips parting as a silent sigh escaped. As his chest pressed against her own teasingly small tendrils of pleasure shattered inside of her, her eyes darkening to a deeper blue tint.

Turning towards the blankets she broke contact, her breasts aching too much for her comfort. Her shoulder pressed into his ribs instead as she lifted the new blankets. “These will do.”